Calypso's Curse 

Calypso slapped away the hand he offered to help her stand. “Get away from me,” she growled and clambered to her feet.  

Israel shrugged in mock resignation and stepped back to give her the space she wanted. Irritated, she pushed dark curls from her face and cast him a hurtful glare. 

“I must say, sweetness, you came so willingly this time.” 

“What?” Calypso screeched. 

His mockery finally broke her. Grasping his shirt in her fists, she attempted to shake him. Israel didn’t even batter an eyelid at the violence. Calypso shoved him in the chest. Passion and anger simmered inside her, begged for release. With a furious cry, she pushed him again. 

Israel captured her hands and pulled her to him until every part of her body touched his. Calypso gasped when he trapped her hands behind her back. She couldn’t move as he lowered his head. His lips brushed hers. 

Defenseless against his magnetic pull, she relaxed into him. Israel gently rubbed his bristled chin on her cheek. Exotic spices. Subtle musk. 

“You’ve wasted your energy on anger when I can think of a more pleasurable venture,” he whispered. 

“Stop talking and start loving,” she replied. 

Israel released her and stepped away. Calypso studied his surprised expression with a crooked smile. 

“You’re not so complaisant when the pressure is on.” She laughed and poked him in the arm. “Did I scare you?”

A devilish light entered his eyes. “Calypso, if you knew what entered my head, you would be running for your life.”